The man in front of me, his sign read “Don’t tred on me!” (perhaps he had run out of cardboard as well), stepped back and bumped into me. I slipped on the wet ground and landed hard on my seat. I looked up at him and started to say something, but he beat me to the punch. “Hey! Watch it!” and he moved on. Guess he hadn’t run out of cardboard.

Standing back up I caught a glimpse of the woman I might know exiting the stage. An old gentleman was taking her place, and some applauded. Most didn’t care. Pushing my way through the crowd I followed the woman as she went to the street corner and started trying to hail a cab. Finally I reached her.

“So you’re not staying for the rest of the rally?” I inquired.

“No” she began “I need to be…” she looked at me. ”Hey, don’t I know you?"

“Maybe” I agreed.